Ida Red

(Bob Willis & The Texas Playboys) E Lights in the parlor, fires in the grate, B7 E Clock on the mantle says its gettin late. Curtains on the window, snowy white, B7 E The parlors pleasant on Sunday night Chorus E Ida Red, Ida Red, B7 E Im a plumb fool bout Ida Red Lamp on the table, picture on the wall, B7 E Theres a pretty sofa and thats not all, If Im not mistaken and Im sure Im right, B7 E Theys somebody else in the parlor to- night. Chorus Chicken in the bread bin peckin out dough, B7 E Granny will ya dog bite? No, chile, no. Hurry up boys and dont fool around, B7 E Grab your partner and truck on down. Chorus Lights aburnin dim, fires agettin low, B7 E Somebody says its time to go. I hear the whisper, gentle and light, B7 E Dont forget to come next Sunday night. Chorus My ol Missus swore to me, B7 E When she died shed set me free. She lived so long her head got bald, B7 E She took a notion not to die at all. Thanks to bodaddle@flash.net for tabs